My Pleas
More April showers please, rain clouds
The land is cracking from drought
Only you can revive the dying trees
Lend me your petals, May flowers
I want to adorn my poems with your colors
To purge the gray from my melancholy
Shine your torches on my path, fireflies
The sky is darkened by gun smoke
Help me to find my homeward way
Sing me jovial songs, robins
Too much cacophony and clamor
From this troubled world
Stay longer if you may, spring
To delay dreadful summer fires and
Horrendous storms owing to men’s greed
Don’t leave me, my plea to you, peace
I need to sail through a world
Full of turmoil and chaos
Black Soil
This spring don’t expect
Flowers will bloom in May
On this war-torn black soil
Even weeds won’t survive
Since April showers were replaced
By rains of bombs and bullets
The land is charred
Fields are pitted by blasts
Covered with rubble
A scene bleaker than winter’s
This land used to grow lush plants
Now occupied by many new graves
Buried war victims who nurtured
And enjoyed their blossoms before
Black soil is more precious than gold
Crops and flowers flourish the best
Yet it elicited the hatred of invaders
Resulted in this devastating war
May Flowers
Quietly buds pop out under spring’s wings
Then suddenly flowers burst
Everywhere in the wild fields
When weather is warming up
Fully bloomed like billowing skirts
Blossoms rival to show their passion
Seductively they dance with breeze
Before vernal season is over
Returned birds sing gaily
In celebration of spring
Bees and butterflies
Lured by colorful sights
Forage in blossoms collecting nectar
Nature however is indifferent
Beauty of May flowers is ephemeral
Just like our vibrant youth
Vanished before we would let go
When summer sun scorches
Harsh wind blows
Petals are ripped away
Then settle to earth
Leave their legacy for new lives
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